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Apr 2013
The kneeler cracks from the weight of my sins.
Suddenly the board splits into two.
I feel sharp splinters in my knees
as I stumble towards the door.
I can hear soft whispers
amongst the people.
At the exit
I see her.
My love.
God.
Thanks, Timothy, for introducing me to this style of poetry...
Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Donny Edward Klein
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Donny Edward Klein  Milwaukee
(Milwaukee)   
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